Tonight I walked outside.
The moon, half moon, was brighter than the full
And the stars were shining
Marking an arrow; two were twinkling,
And I saw a tiny constellation that I have never seen before.

It seemed trying to tell me something, the moon.
As I walked, it blazed around every building corner.
Peeking through walkways,
With its shining star parade.
I thought, "It’s telling me something, something about me, my history, my family."

I thought of Rosebud.
The small curly-haired girl who thought the moon followed her special face.
I don’t know why this thought occurred, but it was clear.
Like the night.

These things, they happen
Like a single red balloon, floating toward space
On a clear crisp blue day
That makes the corners of your mouth turn
In a curious way
To wonder and smile about the spontaneity and happy feeling of it.

Yes, it was like that. Not nature occurring, or coincidence.
But, special messages,
connections. The purpose of pattern;
a grandmother’s quilt.

It was telling me that you’re out there.
Somewhere in the direction of a half-twinkling arrow.
You’re out there.
And while I’m thinking of you,
Maybe you’re dreaming of me.
So that we are never really apart. . .
As long as we can both see the moon

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